I've got sunshine.
It's in my face.
It's in my eyes.
It's suffocating me.
May the uproar change the approach.
Cloudy days make me want to scream.
In your ears.
Down your throat.
In my pillow.
May the upbringing of the happily married change the upbringing to the new one.
Days of rain make me smile though.
It helps me think of the words I couldn't say.
I know it will be my last chance.
Of forgiveness.
Of hope.
Of everything.
And as it starts to drizzle I take out my pen and pad and write you a poem of tomorrow.